Dear Ramona by Parquet Courts

Verse: D A An air of self-delusion that no two arms could ever contain D A This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain D A She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at night D A However she might be spending her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors C A C A But she ain't ever gonna open up (no) C A Fm She ain't ever gonna open up (no) D# Not to no one D# G My dear ramona D A Born in some unnatural state that no one father would claim D A This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one's ever seen her play D A She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark coffee at night D A Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read about that in her Moleskine

C A C A But she ain't ever gonna open up (no) C A Fm She ain't ever gonna open up (no) D# Not to no one G D My dear ramona X